I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

A reminder to friends of liberty: Others don’t understand our beliefs
In the face of hazardous times, some still driven to be helpers
Few people want to admit it, but our society rewards conformity
My father’s narcissistic abuse led to my mother’s attempt to kill him
Ruthless impersonal judgment is typical tool of cultural conformity
Live in ways that allow you to be the ‘light’ in life of one you love
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Childhood programming trains us to wait for authority’s permission